Chasing the Midnight Cloud (Currently Editing)

The Goth Troop

Here they come...

Black is their banner

and their shield, and their lover

Sometimes we want the rough edge of the blade.

You can't deny their bodily pleasures

Their spiritual too...

Satan hides in the two by two

Observe their ghastly crew

Scarves thicken the air

And veils, that never tear

Blood runs black, whoever heard of scarlet?

Quick, tread red with one you've met!

Silver dotted here and there

The streaking, death-defying hair.

Lightening bolts embedded on our skin

Can't be passed to next of kin

But to initiates instead.

Watch the darkness take them to their beds.

The ballerinas are null

They turn pirouettes of dark reflections

Spin fast; like moving pictures.

Chart the figure running wild and free

But trapped in his own doubting sea.

Do not splay your hand to halt them,

Most likely crushed beneath leather boot hems.

Let no one be duped;

Here come The Goth Troop.